Song | House Of Secrets |
Artist | Otep |
Album | House Of Secrets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Shamaya, Wells | |
Shh It's okay, it's okay | |
This is our | |
Dirty, little, secret | |
We're all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don't feel pretty | |
Today And there's a lady in a stable | |
Her daddy reads her fables | |
About the moon and his bride | |
He's in her room every night | |
And feeds upon a table | |
Of silken robes, an altar of stone | |
But the child is unable | |
To run run run | |
And flee his tower of babel | |
So blood blood blood | |
Slithers down her ankles | |
We're all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don't feel pretty | |
Today Come one, come all, witness the fall | |
Cry to the sky | |
Today we break away | |
Uprising [x3] | |
In the house of secrets | |
What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear [x2] | |
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear | |
Uprising [x2] | |
Locked away | |
In the chamber of hysterics | |
Here In the house | |
Of secrets | |
In the house of secrets | |
I will tell you of loneliness | |
Shhhhh |
zuo qu : Shamaya, Wells | |
Shh It' s okay, it' s okay | |
This is our | |
Dirty, little, secret | |
We' re all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don' t feel pretty | |
Today And there' s a lady in a stable | |
Her daddy reads her fables | |
About the moon and his bride | |
He' s in her room every night | |
And feeds upon a table | |
Of silken robes, an altar of stone | |
But the child is unable | |
To run run run | |
And flee his tower of babel | |
So blood blood blood | |
Slithers down her ankles | |
We' re all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don' t feel pretty | |
Today Come one, come all, witness the fall | |
Cry to the sky | |
Today we break away | |
Uprising x3 | |
In the house of secrets | |
What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear x2 | |
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear | |
Uprising x2 | |
Locked away | |
In the chamber of hysterics | |
Here In the house | |
Of secrets | |
In the house of secrets | |
I will tell you of loneliness | |
Shhhhh |
zuò qǔ : Shamaya, Wells | |
Shh It' s okay, it' s okay | |
This is our | |
Dirty, little, secret | |
We' re all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don' t feel pretty | |
Today And there' s a lady in a stable | |
Her daddy reads her fables | |
About the moon and his bride | |
He' s in her room every night | |
And feeds upon a table | |
Of silken robes, an altar of stone | |
But the child is unable | |
To run run run | |
And flee his tower of babel | |
So blood blood blood | |
Slithers down her ankles | |
We' re all alone in the city | |
My hands are stoned with pity | |
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah | |
And I, I, | |
I, don' t feel pretty | |
Today Come one, come all, witness the fall | |
Cry to the sky | |
Today we break away | |
Uprising x3 | |
In the house of secrets | |
What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear x2 | |
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear | |
Uprising x2 | |
Locked away | |
In the chamber of hysterics | |
Here In the house | |
Of secrets | |
In the house of secrets | |
I will tell you of loneliness | |
Shhhhh |